Mondays

I've started to really hate Mondays. Not for the usual reasons, although they apply, but for the fact that it underscores how much time I spend away from my children and I hate that. Norah, who normally is such a placid baby, has started fussing a lot in the morning, when she realizes that we're not staying home. Katie frequently asks if we can stay home and play hookie (as she puts it). She starts Kindergarten at the end of the month, and I'm really sad that I've missed basically her entire preschool and toddler life by working and we won't get a chance to be together like that again. That time is just gone. My husband, K, thinks that I'm exaggerating, that its part of this manipulative ploy to get to stay home or work part time, or something calculated to make him feel like he isn't providing what he should be, instead of what I feel as a mother. I don't know why he can't recognize how difficult this is or at least acknowledge it, but instead he has become beligerant with me, or sulks, or gets more demanding of me. There are times when he can be very unpleasant. For the most part we do get along well, but there are times when that absolutely is not the case.